I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

Su Mo has no need for combat power for sea-dwelling species. He actually has very simple needs when he comes to the sea-dwelling species' territory.

peace.

peace.

Still fucking peaceful.

As long as the sea-dwelling species doesn't make trouble behind Wuheyoucheng's back, thank God.

Expecting the sea-dwelling species to become a combat force and let them drive the ocean currents to rush into the land, the result is definitely that other races will unite to wipe out this group of sea-dwelling species and the group united with the sea-dwelling species.

As for letting them land to commit crimes, this hope is like letting deep-sea fish climb to land to die.

Leaving the Sea Dwelling Dragon Palace City and returning to Wuheyou City, these days, Moon Rabbit has completed its third adjustment, and the number of staff has increased to a full twenty. Although the appearance is somewhat similar to the Rabbit Man, it is mixed with the rabbit ears. It's like a normal... stunted feeling among the girls.

Expensive airports are born at a young age, perhaps because their creators never considered the need for majestic altitudes for their creations.

Compared with the rabbit-eared girls of the beastman race, all the poor-breasted rabbit-eared girls are like sad sisters.

after all--

Most bunny-eared mothers have evolved in some way in order to adapt to breastfeeding multiple offspring. Although they are not as good as cows, they are still "strong" with a minimum C to D grade.

"That kind of stuff is just a nuisance."

Although the purple-haired rabbit-eared lady declared so seriously, Su Mo could read the powerless frustration in her eyes.

He had also seen this kind of frustration from Aika's sight before, it was the anger and shame at his body's disappointment after witnessing Iluli's career line, and...

unwilling.

With the birth of the Trial Species, the poet also gave birth to the first individual. Luo named his first creation "Xiang", with "Xiang" as the main surname, and the name of the first creation It is called "Xiangyun", which inherits some of the lyrics and music of Chu people.

However, the power of a poet should be the ability to modify and tamper with the status quo, not just the level of singing lyrics and making it resonate with power.

After all, what Su Mo wants is not some literati and monks who are the most holy of Confucianism and Taoism, but a public opinion controller who directly questions the existing reality and covers up the original truth.

His thinking was originally the "poet" among problem children. The woman who adopted Shiliuye and Xixiang Yan, the poet named Canary, was exactly the strength Su Mo needed.

The original pure-blood vampire can be forcibly distorted into the image of a dragon. In Western legends, Dracula is also called the son of the dragon. It is through word of mouth processing by poets that the original pure-blood The king of vampires turned into a dragon abruptly.

"The poet still needs to continue to debug, and we still need time."

Nix's answer was very concise. He knew the level of influence that Su Mo wanted the poet to achieve.

The current level alone is not enough, or in other words, the direction is still a bit off. The power that poets possess at present is the power to turn words into physical phenomena.

I'm more inclined to the idea of ​​Lingling.

But to achieve the spirit of speech, any god can almost be said to be a piece of cake, as long as the amount of elf power controlled is large enough, any byte is enough to turn into an interference force that affects the world.

This is especially evident in Nyx and Artoxiu.

"How long will it take to debug."

"About two months."

Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. It has been nearly half a month since Ren and Rick went to the front line, and a large amount of information has also been transferred from the front line to him. The elves and goblins are also fighting now. , the dragon spirits and giants, who were interfering allies, are now also angered by the Flügel.

The dragon spirits to which Conglong belongs have also arrived at the frontline battlefield one after another. Now the main battlefield where the three camps are fighting, that is, the area of ​​the western continent close to the central mainland area, has been involved in the war between the five clans.

"The trace of the demon species has not been found yet, and this is still a hidden danger."

Thinking of the alienated demon species absorbed in the body of the fantasy species at that time, absorbing its nutrition and wanting to turn into a more ferocious flesh and blood monster, Su Mo always felt that it was a threat that must be taken seriously.

Now he thinks about a lot of things, very complicated.

But put in some thought and prepare ahead of time.

It's better than thinking about countermeasures after the encounter, it's much simpler.

and--

The alliance of the lower races, that is, their collective, simply cannot withstand the end of failure.

"Not even the Ex-Machinas can find them."

"...Have you found a more hidden lair?"

In fact, he intends to find the existence of those alienated monsters. Unfortunately, the monsters are a population with low IQ. Secondly——

The alienated demon species have directly lost their few intelligences. I am afraid that they will not have the so-called language communication, and only the wild beast-like roar is left.

"Advantages are still accumulating."

Slow development, now, Wuhe Youcheng's intelligence ability can be called the world's number one, even the Moonsong species that ranks outside the stars cannot be used as eyeliners with all Ex-Machina species and Sea Dwelling species, and at the same time have Listen to the voice of all things compared to Sumo as a search index.

"Elimination, but the most important thing is to slowly lead the war to the Flügel."

There is still room for negotiation among other gods, but Artoxiu is impossible. He is the god of war, and the end of the war means that his concept has stopped developing. In a fundamental sense, it denies the meaning of oneself as a god.

"The Flügel will not stop unless the new order restrains them."

So, everything returned to the original point. Su Mo silently looked at the distant sky, passing through the lead-black clouds, spanning a distance of tens of millions of miles, as if he wanted to see the god with eighteen wings.

The weak are looking for peace.

However, this world, under the command of the strongest, ravages all the weak.